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Pity Those Whom Nature Abuses, Never Those Who Abuse Nature.

A Practitioner In Panegyric, Or, To Speak More Plainly, A Professor Of The Art Of Puffing.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

As There Are Three Of Us Come On Purpose For The Game, You Won't Be So Cantankerous As To Spoil The Party By Sitting Out.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.